[ES:1] Many Meetings
Jun 14, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -6
Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 14, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -6
Well, Dave was one, then. The Steel-blue haired Illian reseated himself at his seat, and took the name down at the top of the list. The table was shaken a bit as two meaty hands slapped down on it. Rod could have sworn that the large man's voice alone was enough to cause a small wind gust.
The Yeoman looked up at the man, his face calm and collected, despite the high decibels of the conversations. Just then, another heavily built man came up, and offered to join. Where were they all coming from? Had there just needed to be one volunteer to start this cascade of freelance fighters? If Roderick had known that, he would have arranged to have someone "volunteer". At least there was no need now.
"Thankyou, Chalne Harrow. As I said, 100 gold for common brigands. More for the higher-ups. The gear of any bandits you slay may be claimed at will." Rod finished taking down the name, and turned to the large and boisterous man, a smile ghosting its way into his eyes. Rod's expressions were rarely overtly noticeable. His mouth only had a few common shapes: a small frown, inert, and a light grin. Around his brow and in his eyes were where his expressions really changed.
"Friend, I'd be glad to have someone as charitable as you along on the trip. There's plenty of skulls needing bashing....but it's likely to be a long one. I'd expect that you'll be needing the payment before we're through, should you stick around." Roderick felt some of the hair on the back of his neck prickle a bit as the cold air from outside made its way into the tavern again
"... Ah, did I get your-"
A disturbance in the line which was forming caught Rod's attention. Blood spewed from the neck of one of the young men there, and onto a man with long greyish hair. Before the body had even touched the floor, the Yeoman had vaulted the table, and stood in a guard position with his sword angled towards the man, the The sharpened edge of the wo dao gleaming in the interior of the building.
Chasay. He'd heard that name before. An assassin for hire. Rumored to have great skill. Virtually unknown.
"Be still, Assassin." Rod's mouth conveyed only a slight frown and his voice was composed, if carrying an edge. Only Rod's eyes carried the fire that he felt on seeing a murder take place before him.
"Statute 34.1c forbids the shedding of blood in a place of public gathering by mercenary forces... And murder is against the law."
The fallen man was dead already. The slice had cut the main arteries and the windpipe, cutting off the supply of oxygen to the brain. Around the body though, people had backed away. Attention was being drawn quickly, and Rod's main concern was containing this before it escalated.
The man committed a murder, and then asked to be signed on to hunt for murderers. What to make of that?
- - - - -
Delia only shot a dirty look at Sebastian, before her face softened into something... sweeter perhaps, but probably less wholesome.
"We'll be goin' into the wilds for a long time. If I can't get myself a good drink, then what's the point a workin', anyway?... And isn't it against the knight's code to let a woman go by herself to a party? Whad'ya say, Handsome?"
"Delia. Contain yourself! Roderick will decide this matter when we arrive."
"Yes Ma'am...."
Hera was pleased that that's all it took for her to quiet the boisterous woman down. It had been clear from the start that Delia had her issues, which was why the Falcoknight had been sure to ingrain a notion of what exactly would happen, should the younger pegasus knight's inhibition get in the way.
Technically Hera held a higher rank than her husband. Officially, she was a Captain, while he'd never progressed farther than Lieutenant. Still, Arphen had set him in command of this group due to his reputation of being able to judge exactly where and how to strike, and how many people to send. He wasn't always right, of course, but most of the men he served with expressed nothing but the utmost respect for his abilities. He wasn't the sort to let it get to his head though. He often would consider a problem, and ask advice of others, attempting to get the best possible solution before pushing through with it. She trusted him to lead well, though part of her wondered why they hadn't chosen her....
They were coming up on the place now. Hardly a dot on the map, the town that they were going to rapidly grew larger as they approached. It a little place. Hopefully they'd have shelter for their steeds for the evening.
Sovereign touched down, flapping his wings, before reaching back with his teeth and biting at his side. Hera quickly reached down and rubbed the spot.
She spoke softly. "Here Sov. Let me get that itch for you."
A moment later Sarna touched down with Delia atop her back. Sebastian followed as well.
"Roderick should be here already. We should go in to meet him soon." With that, Hera hopped down, and started leading Sovereign towards the oversized barns which were kept in Illia. The Falcoknight reached out and grabbed Delia by the back strap of her armor as the green armored pegasus knight tried to slip inside.
"Sarna first. You know the rules." Honestly, this girl was a piece of work. You didn't find rebels of her grade very often.
Delia felt herself being pulled backwards by her armor's harness for a moment, and turned angrily, then a bit sheepishly towards Captain Feldsky. "...Yes Ma'am...." She fiddled with her armor, trying to get it back into proper placement as she took Sarna and led her into the barn. She just wanted a quick drink to warm her up. Then she'd comeback out and deal with her pegasus. Seriously, Sarna understood! Look at her? Could anyone have ever seen such a sweet thing before? Delia doubted it. She and Sarna were perfect for each other.... But noooo. She had to go and pump the well spicket, toss the hay in the stall, and all that stuff....
The Yeoman looked up at the man, his face calm and collected, despite the high decibels of the conversations. Just then, another heavily built man came up, and offered to join. Where were they all coming from? Had there just needed to be one volunteer to start this cascade of freelance fighters? If Roderick had known that, he would have arranged to have someone "volunteer". At least there was no need now.
"Thankyou, Chalne Harrow. As I said, 100 gold for common brigands. More for the higher-ups. The gear of any bandits you slay may be claimed at will." Rod finished taking down the name, and turned to the large and boisterous man, a smile ghosting its way into his eyes. Rod's expressions were rarely overtly noticeable. His mouth only had a few common shapes: a small frown, inert, and a light grin. Around his brow and in his eyes were where his expressions really changed.
"Friend, I'd be glad to have someone as charitable as you along on the trip. There's plenty of skulls needing bashing....but it's likely to be a long one. I'd expect that you'll be needing the payment before we're through, should you stick around." Roderick felt some of the hair on the back of his neck prickle a bit as the cold air from outside made its way into the tavern again
"... Ah, did I get your-"
A disturbance in the line which was forming caught Rod's attention. Blood spewed from the neck of one of the young men there, and onto a man with long greyish hair. Before the body had even touched the floor, the Yeoman had vaulted the table, and stood in a guard position with his sword angled towards the man, the The sharpened edge of the wo dao gleaming in the interior of the building.
Chasay. He'd heard that name before. An assassin for hire. Rumored to have great skill. Virtually unknown.
"Be still, Assassin." Rod's mouth conveyed only a slight frown and his voice was composed, if carrying an edge. Only Rod's eyes carried the fire that he felt on seeing a murder take place before him.
"Statute 34.1c forbids the shedding of blood in a place of public gathering by mercenary forces... And murder is against the law."
The fallen man was dead already. The slice had cut the main arteries and the windpipe, cutting off the supply of oxygen to the brain. Around the body though, people had backed away. Attention was being drawn quickly, and Rod's main concern was containing this before it escalated.
The man committed a murder, and then asked to be signed on to hunt for murderers. What to make of that?
- - - - -
Delia only shot a dirty look at Sebastian, before her face softened into something... sweeter perhaps, but probably less wholesome.
"We'll be goin' into the wilds for a long time. If I can't get myself a good drink, then what's the point a workin', anyway?... And isn't it against the knight's code to let a woman go by herself to a party? Whad'ya say, Handsome?"
"Delia. Contain yourself! Roderick will decide this matter when we arrive."
"Yes Ma'am...."
Hera was pleased that that's all it took for her to quiet the boisterous woman down. It had been clear from the start that Delia had her issues, which was why the Falcoknight had been sure to ingrain a notion of what exactly would happen, should the younger pegasus knight's inhibition get in the way.
Technically Hera held a higher rank than her husband. Officially, she was a Captain, while he'd never progressed farther than Lieutenant. Still, Arphen had set him in command of this group due to his reputation of being able to judge exactly where and how to strike, and how many people to send. He wasn't always right, of course, but most of the men he served with expressed nothing but the utmost respect for his abilities. He wasn't the sort to let it get to his head though. He often would consider a problem, and ask advice of others, attempting to get the best possible solution before pushing through with it. She trusted him to lead well, though part of her wondered why they hadn't chosen her....
They were coming up on the place now. Hardly a dot on the map, the town that they were going to rapidly grew larger as they approached. It a little place. Hopefully they'd have shelter for their steeds for the evening.
Sovereign touched down, flapping his wings, before reaching back with his teeth and biting at his side. Hera quickly reached down and rubbed the spot.
She spoke softly. "Here Sov. Let me get that itch for you."
A moment later Sarna touched down with Delia atop her back. Sebastian followed as well.
"Roderick should be here already. We should go in to meet him soon." With that, Hera hopped down, and started leading Sovereign towards the oversized barns which were kept in Illia. The Falcoknight reached out and grabbed Delia by the back strap of her armor as the green armored pegasus knight tried to slip inside.
"Sarna first. You know the rules." Honestly, this girl was a piece of work. You didn't find rebels of her grade very often.
Delia felt herself being pulled backwards by her armor's harness for a moment, and turned angrily, then a bit sheepishly towards Captain Feldsky. "...Yes Ma'am...." She fiddled with her armor, trying to get it back into proper placement as she took Sarna and led her into the barn. She just wanted a quick drink to warm her up. Then she'd comeback out and deal with her pegasus. Seriously, Sarna understood! Look at her? Could anyone have ever seen such a sweet thing before? Delia doubted it. She and Sarna were perfect for each other.... But noooo. She had to go and pump the well spicket, toss the hay in the stall, and all that stuff....